I leave you for another year, to build
A rounded world and keep it rainbow bright!
Several Children.
[Cry out.] O Santa Claus, our bubbles break unread!
Like butterflies we chase them, but in vain!
O tell us what the future holds for us!
Santa Claus.
I’ll tell you fifty years ... a hundred ... hence! [He goes toward the curtains, then turns to say a parting word.]
The world’s my Christmas present to each child,
Each child’s my Christmas present to the world!